Lucky For You (Never Too Late Book 3)

by Mayra Statham

“What do I want?” he asked, enunciating each word slowly in a low tone.

  “That’s what I asked. Maybe those lights and sirens back there are affecting your hearing.”

  “What…”

  “What do you want?” she asked again, pronouncing each word slowly and slightly louder than the last to make sure he heard her more clearly.

  “You stopped by my place?” he asked, and she smirked. He had some damn nerve.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I did. Sorry I interrupted. Clearly, by the way your blondie said you were asleep, you were between rounds. You can head back now to play,” she clipped, reaching to start her car back up, but he quickly reached into the car and took her keys from her.

  “My blondie?” he asked. She turned, not expecting his face to be so damn close she could smell the mint of his toothpaste.

  “I told you, Rexy, I don’t share. I told you that!” she huffed, anger and frustration bubbling. She knew she should temper it down, but she couldn’t. Anger won over sobs. “What? Was red the flavor of the week? New week, new flavor?”

  “Key…”

  “Stop calling me that. No one calls me that!”

  “I call you that!”

  “Not anymore,” she bit back, turning her face, her hands crossing at her chest.

  He opened her door. She looked at him and opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but nothing came out when he leaned in, undid her belt, and pulled her out of her SUV, her feet only touching the ground for a second before he threw her over his shoulder.

  “What are you doing!” she shrieked, hitting his back, but he didn’t let that faze him.

  “You’re a serious pain in the ass,” he growled.

  “What the hell do you think you are doing?” she yelled, trying to kick her legs, but he held on to the back of her calves, so she kept yelling, “Put me down, Rex Malone, or so help me…”

  “Shut it,” he growled his warning. She couldn’t believe he had the balls to growl at her.

  “No! No, I am not going to shut it, you big caveman! Put me down!” she ordered and felt one of his hands leave the back of her knees. She thought he was going to put her down, but he didn’t. The sound of his hand smacking her ass rang out in the air, and she yelped.

  “What was…”

  “That was a warning, Key.”

  “Did you… did you just spank me?” she asked, her face at his sexy ass as he walked them back toward his truck.

  “Yes, and I’ll do it again if you don’t shut it.”

  “I cannot believe you spanked…” Smack! Another slight yelp escaped her mouth, her bottom lightly stinging. He hadn’t hurt her, he’d done it to shock her quiet.

  “Don’t test me, Key. You’re already in trouble,” he informed her just as they got to his truck and he pushed her into it from the driver’s side, making her stay in the middle of the bench seat by holding on to her trench covered thigh with his big man paws.

  She crossed her arms across her chest and looked out the window.

  “You came over?” he asked again, and her cheeks flamed. Anger and disappointment swirling with sadness, she felt like she was drowning in the ugly feelings. So she did all she could. She held on to the anger, because she didn’t want him to see her cry.

  “You know that already,” she bit out.

  “Why didn’t you wait?” he asked calmly. She could not believe him!

  “I didn’t want to interrupt further than I already had,” she snapped and looked out the window.

  When they reached her house, she quickly opened the truck door and jumped out from the passenger’s side, but she wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed her again, once more lugging her over his damn broad, mile-wide, muscled shoulder.

  “You’re sexy when you’re jealous, baby. A pain in the ass, but a sexy pain in the ass,” he shared. She rolled her eyes.

  “You’re a jerk.” Smack! He spanked her again, and she tried to look over her shoulder but couldn’t see anything. She kicked her feet, and he landed another light pat.

  “Settle down.” He opened the door with the keys he’d taken from her and walked them in, turning to lock the door closed.

  “Put me down!” she bitched again and heard the sound of his deep rumbly, chuckle.

  “No.”

  “Yes! Down now! Look, I can’t do this. It’s obvious I make terrible life choices when it comes to men.” Smack! This one landed a little sharper, making her almost bare ass beneath her coat heat up.

  “Don’t compare me to that dick, babe,” he warned, and she knew he was right. “He’s a dick. Doing that shit. Talking that way about you, the mother of his child, the way he did. Not wanting to give his time, his love, his affection, his support not only financially, but emotionally to his little girl… fucking despicable. But I figure both of you are better off without him.”

  “We are better off on our own,” she added in a huff.

  “Keep it up, Key, all you’re doing is adding to your punishment.”

  “I’m not a six-year-old, Rex! I don’t need to be…” she yelped again when his hand landed, but this time, her sex clenched as he swatted her cheeks one at a time, never hitting the same spot twice, rubbing out each globe afterwards.

  He brought her down in her kitchen, his front pressed close to hers. Their eyes connected. “Talk to me,” he ordered softly, and heartache started to win over her anger.

  “Who is she?” she asked, biting her lip, hating how she was about to cry and he could read that, he read her like a fucking Dr. Seuss book.

  “My sister. Leah.” Keira closed her eyes slowly, feeling like an idiot as he kept sharing, “She lives in LA. She lives to stir up shit, so my parents and her don’t get along all that great because of it. So when she gets a spur up her ass to come back home, she stays with me, because I’m usually never home. She was there with stories of nothing but drama and woe when I got home from just having to lug supplies and shit at Josh’s. Seeing as you haven’t met my family other than my sister-in-law and niece, I wasn’t all pumped up about having you meet Leah first, get scared off with all her crazy shit and drama, and leave before giving us a real chance.”

  “Rex…”

  “Where’s Meg?” The stern tone of his voice made her shiver.

  “Spending the weekend with Katie,” she answered quickly.

  “Good.” His fingertips ran from her collarbone to the top button of her coat, and he growled.

  “Rex, I’m…”

  “What the fuck are you wearing, baby?” he asked, and she remembered all about her red lace teddy hiding beneath her coat.

  “I, umm…” she started to say. She felt like such a bitch. She should have listened to her gut. He wasn’t the kind of man to mess around on her.

  He started to unbutton her coat, and kneeled in front of her, at eye-level with her chest. His hands stopped moving, lightly hovering over her bare shoulder when he opened the coat. She looked down at him, catching the way he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

  “Fuck,” he cursed softly, almost to himself, and she felt the need to explain.

  “Hailey called asking to go hang out, and when I said I was okay, she told me to tell you to let me go hang out. She saw Josh somewhere and assumed you were here…”

  “So you came over.” His grey eyes met hers head-on, and she nodded. “My girl wanted to surprise me?”

  “Well, uhmm, I just, umm, well, Meg’s spending the night at …” she rambled nervously, but stopped talking the moment his fingertips touched her lips.

  “My girl wanted to surprise me in red fucking lace because she knows how much I like it?” he asked again, and she shivered at the sexy tone of his voice.

  “Yes,” she whispered against the pad of his finger, trembling at the intensity of his stare.

  “Did you buy this for me?” His low tone made her wet and needy.

  “What?” God, she felt like she was going to have a heart attack and come all at once as she stood in front of him while he t
alked to her like that, her heart beating furiously against her chest.

  “You get this thinking about me or is this something you already owned, babe?” he clarified, a tightness to his voice.

  “Just for you, Rex,” she whispered, and the second she did, his head dropped, landing on her soft tummy. She looked down, taking in how his hands clenched in and out of fists as if fighting for control not to attack her. His hands skimmed the back of her ankles.

  “Sexy as fuck shoes, too…” he growled, and she knew without a doubt she was drenched. A damp spot in the front of the skimpy lingerie was probably there like a huge neon light flashing, screaming, ‘I’m wet & ready, take me now!’

  His face moved down, right in front of her mound, and she felt her legs shake slightly as he inhaled. The soft gust of his warm breath made her squirm. He moved up, kissing the soft swell of her small belly, and sat back on the haunches of his calves, eyes shut, face strained.

  She watched as his eyes opened, taking in the sight of her. She was sure by the look on his face that Rex fully appreciated her efforts at seducing him before she’d gone and made an idiot of herself. He stood at his full height, making her feel feminine and delicate. She opened her mouth to speak, but a look crossed over his face and she quickly pressed her lips together.

  His hands went to the hem of his white V-neck shirt, pulled it over his head, and let it fall to the floor of her kitchen. Now, it was her turn to look him over.

  “Rex…” She couldn’t say more than that when he touched her collar skimming both hands down, achingly slowly. His knuckles skimmed, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. Her nipples strained against the red lace, and she felt relief and need surge through her when his mouth covered one beaded nipple.

  “Yes!” she gasped and felt his lips turn up, and while his mouth worked her aching breast, his other hand cupped the other, skimming the nipple that was begging for attention. “Rex…”

  “Fan-fucking-tastic tits, Key. I love these beauties,” he whispered hoarsely.

  Moving his mouth away, he cupped them, and she watched with hooded eyes as he hooked his thumbs over the lace, freeing her heavy breasts. He leaned in further, his mouth lightly licking one of her nipples, the mix of the way he teased and the light scruff over his jaw making her back arch toward his mouth.

  “You need to learn…” he whispered lowly before grabbing hold of the strained nipple and pulling it between his lips, sucking hard and demanding before letting it go with a pop. She whimpered at the loss of his mouth. “You need to learn you can trust me…” He repeated the same sweet torture with her other nipple, but when she tried to run her hands through his hair, he restrained her hands, holding her by her wrists.

  “Rex…”

  “You goin’ to try to trust me?”

  “Rex…” His hands went down the sides of her waist and came around to the front, pulling the gusset of the panty portion of the teddy to the side. Her lower lips were out for him, the scent of her need more than obvious clinging to the air.

  “All I’m asking for, baby, is for you to really try.” Her breath hitched at his tone, and she bit her lip. “Will you try to trust me?” he asked again, and she nodded. If she were honest with herself, she did trust him.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’ll work on trusting you.” The words had only slipped through her lips when he turned her around, her back flush up against his front, and everything ached at the feel of his hardness poking the small of her back.

  “Hold on to the table.”

  “Rex…” she whispered, but stopped when she looked over her shoulder and saw the look on his face. Instead of arguing, she shivered. She turned her body fully, doing it slowly since she knew he was watching every movement, and put her hands out on her wooden kitchen table so that she could hold on and tilted her ass up.

  “Want to know why I call you, Key?” he asked. She heard a chair scrape against the floor of the kitchen and felt him sit down right behind her, her face burning at the fact that her ass was right in his face.

  “Yes,” she breathed heavily.

  “You have the key to my heart, honey.” Her eyes felt wet, and she sloped her shoulders down.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I know, but you can apologize with your mouth after your punishment.”

  “But… Rex, I’ve never…” she held his eyes and stopped talking, knowing he would make whatever he had planned good for her.

  “I’m going to spank you. You don’t like it, you say stop and we stop. You like it, you’re into it, we keep going. Got it?”

  “Yes,” she moaned at the feel of his fingers gliding over her slippery sex.

  “So damn wet.” The air around them hot and heavy snapped as his hand landed over her ass. She bit her lip and arched her head and back toward him and his touch.

  “Fuck!” he hissed. His hand flew down one after the other, switching cheeks, never hitting the same spot twice. Heat filled her from the inside out. It wasn’t hard, nor was it completely light, but he had just the right touch to make it good for her. “A couple of swats and this pretty ass gets hot and pink for me.” He slipped a finger into her wetness, and she thrust toward him. “Fuck yourself on my finger, but do not come. Do it ‘til I tell you to stop,” he growled, and she followed his orders.

  “Shit,” she cursed, her head falling down, her eyes shut tight, enjoying the sensation of how he filled and touched her. “Rex…” her voice was strained. She was so damn close. She dared to look over her shoulder and watched him press his body closer to hers, kissing her bare shoulder. “I’m so close…” she breathed heavily. His eyes were burning hot.

  “So damn greedy, baby. Stop,” he ordered, but she didn’t, she was so close, she needed... Snap! The palm of his hand swatted her again, and she stopped.

  “You came over to my place dressed like this, so that we could play, babe?” he asked, his voice rough and slightly out of breath.

  “Yes.” She looked over just in time to see his hand spank her again, landing on her flesh, and she flinched, closing her eyes, enjoying the heat his touch flamed and the way it all came together when he started to rub and kneaded her flesh. She heard him unzip his pants and braced, parting her legs further, sticking her ass out in the air.

  “You okay?” He breathed heavily, one hand kneading her burning skin, and she turned to watch as he grabbed himself with his free hand. The sight of him stroking himself made her toes curl.

  “Perfect.”

  “This is going to go fast, babe,” he warned, and she nodded. “Turn around and brace the table, Key.” Complying, she turned, held on tightly, as he gave her just what she needed.

  In one long thrust, he entered her, filling her fully, and she arched forward, his hand at her throat, his thumb at her pulse.

  “Yes!” Her head flew back, resting on his chest.

  “Fuck!” he hissed, “Like heaven. Every fucking time,” he bit out as he worked in and out of her body.

  Demanding, punishing, and in control. She arched into him, tilting, having him slide in and out of her easier and further. He hit a spot just as he rubbed her clit, and there was no warning. Her body flew, splintering into a million glass pieces. Each hit with waves of pleasure unlike she’d ever felt before. Her hearing muffled. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, milking him as she cried out, bliss filling her. She felt him sputter deep, but he didn’t stop. His rutting turned into long strokes, and she felt his release as warmth filled her from the inside. His deep moan at her ear made her hold on to the gentle hand at her throat. They stayed like that for a minute, his dick still deep inside of her.

  She felt him gently move back, taking her with him as he sat on the chair behind him, never breaking their connection. More than satisfied, both of them breathing hard, she felt him kiss her shoulder, gently nuzzling her neck.

  Content and happy, without thinking, she turned to look at him. “I love you.” Her body froze for a heavy second in fear of the fact that she was
saying things way too soon.

  He kissed her lips. Their bodies were still connected, even if he was starting to soften. His lips hovered over hers, grey eyes melting her heart. “I love you, Key.” His deep voice was gruff and sexy. She smiled, rested her head against his shoulder, and felt him kiss the top of her head before he kept talking. “You’re it for me. I’ve never thought of myself as a lucky man. Now, all I can think about is what a lucky son of a bitch I am.”

  “Lucky for you, I made it easy, huh?” she teased and felt his warm, strong body shake with laughter. He picked her up and took her to bed after cleaning up.

  That night, wrapped up in one another’s arms, the moon was the only light in their space as they stared at each other. Legs tangled up with one another, their naked bodies pressed close, he stroked her hair before she fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rex

  Content and happy were not grand enough words for how he felt in his woman’s bed.

  Shit had been ugly for a second. The worried way his sister woke him up and Leah stressing about some pretty redhead who left running when she’d opened the door, had more than scared him. He knew about Key’s past with her dick of an ex, meaning her trust didn’t come easily.

  Thankfully, Key was the kind of woman she was and let him explain. Sure, she had not made it easy on him. But it sure as hell had been fun. Though, if he were honest, anything worthwhile would never be easy. He was just lucky she had been in the mood to play dress-up tonight.

  A couple shots of Cuervo and harmless flirting in Vegas had helped him get where he was right at that moment. Stroking the soft tresses of her vibrant hair, he closed his eyes and all he could see was the brightness of hers. And he felt fucking lucky.

  ***

  When he woke up, he reached for her before he opened his eyes, but didn’t feel her. With a frown, he looked at the empty bed and sat up.

  Running his hands through his hair, he stretched as he took in her bedroom. Everything in this space was about relaxation. The colors she decorated with, the way the room was more than comfortable. He soaked in the pictures of her with her family. One in particular caught his eye. It was a picture of her sister and whom he suspected was her mother with Megan at what looked to be an aquarium was sitting on her vanity. They all had the same smile.